The Kids to Thank for the Blizzard:)

The Kids to Thank for the Blizzard:)

Yesterday’s headline for Israel’s largest newspaper was “Getting Ready for Snow.” So this morning, when I woke up, the first thing I did when I opened my eyes at 6:35 AM was look out the window.

But there was nothing there. Just a sea of Nachlaot red-tiled roofs, white frosting-free.

Maybe the meteorologists were predicting snow for a bit later in the day? So I called the municipality hotline and like most every bleary-eyed mother in Jerusalem I got the recording that announced “Jerusalem schools will be operating as usual today.” No snow on the horizon, apparently.

And then I uttered the dreaded words: “Kids, there’s school today. Time to get dressed!”

Maayan, my almost-bat mitzvah girl, let out the mighty cry of a lion with his paw stuck in the hunter’s trap: “Noooooooooo! I’m not going to school today!!! It was supposed to snow!” And I imagine that Maayan was just one of thousands of Jerusalem children letting out that same mighty, embittered cry….

Which ascended, apparently, to G-d’s Throne of Glory because just two minutes later, I looked out the window, and it was blizzarding (and now, seven hours later, it still is!)

And I was reminded of the following:

“Now it came to pass in those many days that the king of Egypt died, and the children of Israel sighed from the labor, and they cried out, and their cry ascended to God from the labor.

“God heard their cry, and God remembered His covenant with Abraham, with Isaac, and with Jacob.”

Or, more exactly:

Now it came to pass in those many days that the meteorologists promised snow, and the children of Jerusalem sighed from their overstuffed backpacks, and they cried out, and their cry ascended to G-d from their 6-day school week.

G-d heard their cry, and G-d remembered his covenant with the children of the Holy City.

And He sent down the snow that surrounds his Throne of Glory onto the streets of Jerusalem, and for the children it was a time of snowball fights and snowmen and rubber boots and hot chocolate. Light and joy, gladness and honor for one and all.


One comment

  1. I love this post! I totally remember that feeling of being 11 and waking up expecting there to be a snow day…you hit the nail on the head!

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